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April 25, 2024
General Stories Michael Barlett

Dubious Provence

CHAPTER ONE The grizzly old man watched through the window as a Jeep Cherokee approached along the pathway leading to his cabin. He had no clue as to who the visitor might be, although the person had been there many times before. Sadly, the old man was…
April 25, 2024
General Stories Robert Pook

Debut

Glossed red leather clatters into a hallowed wicket of willow, cracking the silence within storied stands of the ‘Home of cricket.’ M.C.C., Lord’s cricket ground, two hundred years of history. Centuries old celebration of appeal, and congratulation, echo…
April 25, 2024
Mystery Stories Kownain Sid

Don't Feel Bad When I Die

(Inspired by true events) Part one: The descent into darkness "Come on, sweetie, now is the time for a bedtime story," a man tells his daughter as he begins reading from a few papers he was carrying. "Today, David is meeting his former teacher, Pinky, after…
April 20, 2024
Poetry Paweł Markiewicz

The Quire Of The Sheep

We are calling for your soul for a benevolent autumnal source May the hoary times arrive full of sunny gloom endlessly dream! with a fancy coming from tender sea we are conjuring you dreamer your mythical pearls Come propitious birdies from Olympus-mountling!…
April 20, 2024
Crime Stories Jason Smith

Peter's Peril

It was finally happening. After years of struggling, Peter had landed his dream job. A producer in Hollywood had read his self published book and wanted to create a television show based on it. He’d personally asked Peter to join his writing team. This was…
April 20, 2024
Fantasy Stories Nelly Shulman

The White Dove

The dusty glass of an ancient lamp sparkled, and Bronwen jumped back. Nikola rolled his eyes. “The electricity is quite safe,” he said. “Sooner or later, you’ll use it.” Sitting down in a worn velvet chair, Bronwen snorted. “What for, Nikola? I have my magic…
April 13, 2024
Flash Fiction Benoit

The March

By just one seat, the Coalition of Hard Fighting Women, More Justice for Women and Green Now had won the election. At 12 noon on Giri (Wednesday), triumphant feminists would march from each end of Sydney Harbour Bridge to celebrate. Led by Prime Minister…
April 13, 2024
Flash Fiction Dominik Slusarczyk

The Exam

I I catch the ball, spin, and throw it back to my friend. I throw it way too hard. It goes sailing over my friend’s head, bounces, then goes into the back of a girl sat in a little circle with her friends. One of her friends tuts at us and tells us to be more…
April 13, 2024
Mystery Stories MegaParsec

Mrs Briton's Secret

Everyday Mrs. Briton would quietly leave the house in the dark. She would tiptoe so that no one would ever come to know that…..(beginning given) She was dying. The only pillar of the family’s well-being depending on a tiny vial and a hypodermic needle. Every…
April 11, 2024
Horror Stories Luna Woods

Cornswell The Witch

The year is 1692. A young fellow named David was on his way into town when he saw a weird-looking house in the distance. The house was old and run-down, but there was still light burning through the windows. "DAVID. DAAAAAAVIIIID." David turned around to see…
April 11, 2024
Science Fiction Stories David Blitch

Do You Remember When?

Do you remember when? Before the Alien Bastards came? Well, I sure do! I sit here in my farm house on the lake, at the foothills of the White Mountains, getting wasted on cheap beer even before the lunch bell has rung. It is a place so secluded, among the…
April 11, 2024
Romance Stories A.Coster

A Night In The Black Forest

My homebound journey following my tour of Europe was interrupted when my plane halted in Paris for a couple hours, leaving me with just one hour in Frankfurt to make my connecting flight. As I had feared, I would not make it. If you’ve traveled through…

James Morgan left his barn and went to his house to have breakfast with his wife, Janice.  Janice put breakfast on the table and both ate.  “What are you going to do today, James?” Janice asked.

“It’s time to send the lambs to be slaughtered.   I don’t like this time of year, but it has to be done.  They have to die so we can eat.  Charlie Walker will be coming this morning to pick them up and pay me.”

“We’ve gotta make sure Mary isn’t around when Charlie takes them.  She’s been playing with the lambs and is going to be heartbroken when their gone.”

“I know.  Mary is emotional when it comes to animals.  She’s a six year-old bundle of feelings.  Maybe you could drive into town and take her shopping?

“I’ll do that, but what are you going to tell her when she comes home and finds her lambs gone?” Janice asked.

“I’ll think of something, I hope,” he said, finished eating, kissed Janice, and went out to the pen where he kept the lambs. He watched them and wished he didn’t have to sell them.

“Morning, Daddy,” Mary said as she ran to the pen.  “My lambs are cute, aren’t they?  I love them,” she said as two lambs ran to her and she petted them.

“Mary, let’s go shopping,” her mother called.

“Bye, Daddy,” she said and ran to the car, jumped in, and Janice drove away.

That morning, Charlie Walker took all the lambs to his farm and slaughtered them.  Knowing that the lambs were being slaughtered, James worried that Mary was going to be upset when she came home and found the lambs gone and would ask what happened to them.  Trying not to think about how unhappy Mary was going to be and how he was going to explain the situation to her, he kept busy by painting his front porch.  When Janice came home, she pulled in to the yard, beeped the horn, and James went to her as Mary jumped out of the car and ran to the lambs’ pen.  Janice and James watched Mary acting as though she were talking to her lambs in the pen.

“James, she’s talking to an empty pen, and she’s making petting motions as though some lambs came to her.  What’s happening?”

 

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“Mary had some little lambs that were taken away and slaughtered.

She had many pets, but loved the lambs the most.

Her Mommy and Daddy didn’t see them in the pen

Because they didn’t believe in Ghosts.”

 

The End

 

While teaching speech and English at a community college, Mr. Greenblatt wrote short stories and plays, one of which won a reading at Smith College.  After retiring, he wrote short stories, novellas, and plays.  Several of his stories were published in on-line magazines, and others were published in print anthologies.

 

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